I don't know where the moon is in the middle of the night, and the end of the world is boundless.

Qian Yaodong of Poison King Mountain died, died on the way to compete in Tianjiao, and died in front of the table in Wangtianlou.

In a few moments, the men and horses of the patrol battalion banned this historic small building, and some people said that the boss behind the Wangtian Tower was going to bleed heavily this time.

There are dead people in the restaurant, or is it Poison King Mountain...... No, it should be regarded as a disciple of the Xuantian Pavilion.

"It is said that the identity of the boss of Wangtianlou is not simple, and the ancestor has a grudge against the Poison King Mountain, so he secretly kills him."

As soon as the sun went down, Li Mo and the others heard such an assertion in a roadside restaurant.

"Qian Yaodong is the tall foot of the Poison King Mountain, and he really won't die so strangely." Qin Zang bowed his head and said.

This little disciple of Sword Mountain seemed to be still haunted by what had just happened.

"The boss of the Wangtianlou carried five large boxes into the patrol camp...... It is said that there is a new clue......"

The moon had just come out, and the wind direction had changed again.

Qian Yaodong practiced poisonous skills, went mad, and was counterattacked, which was purely accidental, but it was related to the layout of Wangtianlou, and the fierce character led to this accident.

Wangtianlou still has an unshirkable responsibility.

Just an hour after the news came out, the owner of Wangtianlou gave out the three shops on East Street at a low price.

"The truth has finally been clarified...... Behind this tragedy is the ruins! ”

Finally, with astonishing efficiency, the patrol battalion broke the eucalyptus in less than five hours.

We are facing not only the sad reality of the loss of a young talent, a rising disciple of the mountain gate, but the torture of facing the evil forces and where justice is.

In this regard, the patrol battalion said that it would launch a series of 100-day rectification actions against the evil forces of Guixu, resolutely safeguard the interests of the people, severely crack down on criminal behavior, tackle tough problems and resolve all kinds of potential safety hazards, and effectively ensure the safety of the disciples of the major mountain gates.

That night, Ming Chengjun, commander of the patrol battalion, attended the 100-day action pledge meeting and delivered an important speech.

"It's ruins again...... Now it seems that these people have gone crazy, and all the chaos that has happened in Wangxuan City so far has been done by them. Ji Shi couldn't help but sigh.

Li Mo listened with his ears pricked up, but he was silent, bowing his head and eating.

"Guixu, these brutes who have lost their conscience, really never do anything."

"No wonder the imperial court denounced them as the source of evil, they really violated the law and discipline, and did everything, and a young life withered away like this."

"I don't share sin with sin."

Not far away, the disciples of the major mountain sects who were still watching gradually dispersed, and the sense of justice in their hearts was completely stimulated by the timely truth.

"It's a pity that he was assassinated......"

At this moment, Qin Zangzhuo suddenly spoke.

"Huh? I can't imagine that you have such a good heart? Li Mo raised his head and couldn't help but glance at the other party.

This Muna boy was humiliated and bullied like Qian Yaodong in front of everyone, and he actually felt pity, and he felt sorry for this accident, which was really rare.

"My senior sister said that if someone else slapped you, you must return it in person, everyone else is dead, and I have no chance." Qin Zangzhuo was a little sad.

“……”

"You're just a seventh-level inner rest realm, even if Qian Yaodong doesn't die, you will only be slapped."

Ji Shi glanced at it, and only felt that there was something wrong with this kid's brain.

Qian Yaodong's slap can directly slap him into a bubble.

"Alright, let's leave it at that."

Li Mo got up and was about to leave with Ji Shi, speaking of which, he and this Qin Zang were just meeting in Pingshui.

"Brother Li, I haven't repaid the love of today's siege relief...... My senior sister said that other people's kindness should also be returned with their own hands......"

Qin Zangzhuo hurriedly got up to stop it.

"No need."

Li Mo shook his head, turned around and left with Ji Shi.

"Brother Ji, let's say goodbye to each other."

When he came to the intersection, Li Mo saw that it was getting late, and wanted to go to Boss Bai to see the situation of Ning Huai's curse.

These days, he is thinking about the life-killing sword.

"No, there's a big event in the evening." Ji Shi pulled Li Mo and said in a deep voice.

"The main event?"

"In a place like Wangtianlou, there are some small characters, the mountain gate of the world, the three sects and the nine streams, although these people have all obtained the opportunity to enter the Xuantian Pavilion, they are only inferior students."

Ji Shi talked eloquently and talked about the doorway.

Every three years, the Xuantian Pavilion recruits disciples from all the major mountain gates in the world and selects talents.

Of the three thousand mountain gates in the world, more than half of them are not qualified to send disciples to the Xuantian Pavilion.

Just like Luofu Mountain, since the Black Sword, there has been no disciple for three hundred consecutive years, and he has been promoted to the Xuantian Pavilion.

Even now, in Wangxuan City, disciples from all the major mountain gates have obtained the qualifications to enter the Xuantian Pavilion, and their values and fates are also very different.

If it is divided by merit and disadvantage, the top twenty Shanmen disciples are considered to be excellent students, and the resources they are born with are the top, and their talents are also the highest, and their strength is naturally a leader.

These people are the objects of the Xuantian Pavilion's greatest attention, and they have long been regarded as the wealth of the Xuantian Pavilion

The top 100 Shanmen disciples are middle students, and although they are not as valued as the top students, they also attract the attention of the upper echelons.

In the previous Xuantian Pavilion assessments, many top seedlings can also be discovered among middle school students, these people have not yet exploded their true potential in the major mountain gates, and once they are cultivated by the Xuantian Pavilion, they will advance by leaps and bounds.

The disciples of the Mountain Sect who are ranked after the hundred are the so-called inferior students.

The meaning of their existence is to become the cornerstone of the high-rise building of the Xuantian Pavilion, just like Chen Wangdu, who worked silently at the bottom for more than twenty years, and only barely managed to get into the errand of an envoy when he was in his forties.

In fact, it is a hard work, and only these inferior students do it.

Most of the disciples like them have no competitiveness when they reach the age of thirty-five, and more than seventy percent of them have become cannon fodder, or they have taken up more difficult positions, or they have died directly in the mission...... The luckier ones were injured and mixed with some pension money, and finally ended up with this remnant of life, and disappeared from the world.

That's why the Xuantian Pavilion has to replenish fresh blood every three years.

"In the Xuantian Pavilion, there are basically only top students and middle class students...... Inferior students can only be grassroots ......," Ji Shi said.

"It's ironic." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

In Longyuan Mansion, those people desperately want to drill into the Xuantian Pavilion, if they can stand out, obtaining the qualification to enter the Xuantian Pavilion is a major event of the Glorious Sect, in the eyes of everyone, this is the aura of the body, one step to the sky.

However, when you really arrive in the capital, you will know the class gap.

The disciples of the major mountain gates in the world, from the moment they stepped into Wangxuan City, their fates had already distanced themselves from each other.

More than ninety percent of them are just inferior students.

"Just now, there were only some inferior students in the Wangtian Tower, most of them from the mountain gate after the rank of one hundred." Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

"The place I'm going to take you to in a moment is the meeting of middle school students...... Maybe there will be honors students......"

"Top 20 mountain gates?" Li Mo's heart moved slightly.

If the mountain gate gathers in Wangxuancheng today, the final exam is approaching, he will have to meet the heirs of these top mountain gates sooner or later, and he may be able to take this opportunity to open his eyes.

"Do you want to be together?" Ji Shi asked.

"Then there is Brother Lao Ji."

Li Mo readily agreed.

A moment later, the two of them appeared outside a quiet courtyard in the eastern city, which was only nine streets away from the Ascending Tower.

"Brother Ji, why did we enter through the side door again?" Li Mo looked at Master Ji's skillful technique in dotting the porter, and couldn't help but ask.

"It's exciting."

Ji Shi beckoned Li Mo to follow behind, and the two of them entered the courtyard smoothly after paying thirty taels of silver.

"The layout of this yard...... Some of the doorways ......"

As soon as Li Mo stepped in, he felt a little strange, there was a large vat in the center of the front yard, with this as the center, and the surrounding situation was trapped in it, and Li Mo's spiritual sense felt faintly suppressed.

"You're pretty eye-catching...... This courtyard is the property of the [Past Mountain]......" Ji Shi said.

"Past Mountain!?" Li Mo was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have heard Yan Zixia mention this name.

"The past of the world is more than a thousand years, and there is a legacy in the east of the sea...... This vein is extremely special, from the beginning of its establishment, it has recorded major events in the world, and the secrets of each sect ......" Ji Shi turned his head and said.

"Therefore, the strength of the past mountain is not very strong, but it has a very high status among the mountain gates in the world."

"This [Yuanchi Meeting] is also held in the past mountain, and it has been a tradition for many years."

Ji Shi knows the truth of the world's mountain gates.

"Yuanchi will ......," Li Mo chewed on the name.

The deep pool is big, and there will be hidden dragons.

"The essence of this meeting in the past mountain is to dig out the dark horses hidden in the major mountain gates...... Every Xuantian Pavilion assessment, they will have a detailed record. ”

As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived in the backyard, and twenty or thirty people had gathered at this moment.

Li Mo only glanced at it, and he saw that the mountain sect disciples here were more than a step higher than Wangtianlou, and almost all of them were ninefold masters who had refined the Dao Vein Spirit Root.

"The quality of the top 100 mountain gate heirs is really different."

Li Mo's eyes were condensed, but he was cast on the top platform.

Sitting in the center is a woman, bright and kind, looking forward to the brilliance, wearing green clothes flowing, like a fairy in the clouds.

"She is the descendant of the past mountain, Chan Zhiqiu." Master Ji's eyes condensed, and he said in a low voice.

"The autumn wind has not moved, and the cicadas have ......," Li Mo muttered softly.

"The sages are all over, and they are all willing to appreciate their faces."

At this moment, Chan Zhiqiu drank softly, and the courtyard immediately quieted down.

This fully shows the transcendence of the status of the master's family, and the prestige of the mountain in the past, even the top 20 mountain gates have to be given three points of thin noodles.

Here, Chan Zhiqiu's words and deeds seem to be light.

"This woman is not simple...... Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

According to his estimates, this descendant of the Past Mountain is at least a great master of the Seven Inches Realm, or even more powerful, far surpassing Qian Yaodong of the Poison King Mountain.

"Brother Fa Mingdao, please come up."

Chan Zhiqiu's words immediately attracted everyone's attention, and in the crowd, a young monk with a beautiful face slowly walked onto the high platform.

"Fa Ming of Kurong Mountain is also here? Fairy Chan's face is really big. ”

At this moment, someone whispered softly, and the eyes that looked at the young monk were full of awe.

Kurong Mountain, ranked twenty-seventh among the mountain gates in the world, originates from Tianchan Mountain, and has the love of incense, so its status is high, different from ordinary mountain gates.

"Only by gaining the approval of the fairy Chan of the past mountain can you take the stage and be regarded as the hidden dragon of the deep pool."

"I don't know who else is qualified to sit on the stage."

"It would be nice if I could get the first one, the past mountains have been hidden for thousands of years, but there is a chance to ask them for any secrets."

Under the high stage, bursts of discussion resounded.

According to the rules of the [Yuanchi Society], whoever takes the stage and takes a seat is a distinguished guest of the Past Mountain, and as for the person who obtains the first seat, he is even more qualified to get a secret that he wants to know from the Past Mountain.

The past is more than a thousand years, and the secrets of the world are all on the Cangshan Mountain of the East China Sea.

"Brother Xu Dao, come up too." Chan Zhiqiu chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man with a long knife on his back walked out of the crowd, his face was calm, but no one dared to approach within ten steps around him.

Spirit Knife Mountain, Xu Feng returned.

"Tsk, the reputation of Spirit Knife Mountain is not under Kurong Mountain."

"Fairy Chan, I don't want to be in the limelight." Xu Feng also stepped on the high platform, whispering in a low voice, but his eyes swept over the first seat on the high.

"Since the black sword was born three hundred years ago, since the ancestors of my past mountain set this abyss pool, this is the rule, and those who are capable take the stage...... Brother Xu Dao is fully qualified to do so. Chan Zhiqiu chuckled and said a piece of the past.

The history of the Enchikai can be traced back to 300 years ago, when it was a very boring party......

That year, the ancestor of the past mountain was just a young man, and he invited friends from the famous mountains of the five lakes to gather together, and invited the disciples of the great mountain sect to observe, so as to see the Xuangong of each family.

That is, on the occasion of that gathering, an unknown young man was born, and the power of a sword was convinced.

The boy's name was Black Sword.

Since then, the Fuchikai has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has never been cut off in the hands of the past mountain.

"Do you have any objections to these two seats?"

Chan Zhiqiu asked the audience.

This is the rule, as long as the person who has been recognized by the past mountain, he can directly take the stage and take a seat, and as for others who want to take the stage, they must show their strength and compete with each other.

Of course, if someone is not convinced by this, they can also challenge it directly.

Everyone looked at each other, but there was no opposition.

Whether it is the law of Kurong Mountain, or Xu Feng of Spirit Sword Mountain, they are all famous, and they are fully qualified to take the stage.

"Okay, then please report to your home, and if you want to give it a try, you can show your skills."

Chan Zhiqiu waved his hand, and two girls next to him held rafter pens and began to record.

"Do you want to report your home?" Someone asked softly.

"All the Yuanchi meetings must be recorded in detail, and the participants must naturally have a clear background."

"Huagu Mountain, Song Civilization."

"Lingchi Mountain, medicine money."

"Abbot Mountain, all eighteen."

……

One by one, the names kept ringing, from front to back.

Whether it is the law of Kurong Mountain or Xu Feng of Spirit Knife Mountain, they are still old gods, and there is no wave.

With their background and strength, although these mountain gates are also famous, they are not enough for them to face up.

Even Chan Zhiqiu just listened quietly, and there was no emotional change in her beautiful eyes.

"Thatched House Mountain, Zheng Qingping."

"The mountains set in the west, Basivar."

……

Gradually, the sound of registration went from the front to the back to the last corner, and everyone's eyes continued to move back with the voice.

"Luofu Mountain, Li Mo."

At this moment, a soft voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Huh!?"

Suddenly, on the high platform, Chan Zhiqiu, who was originally sitting upright, changed his complexion suddenly, and the whole person stood up from his seat in a hurry!

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